Archive: Master & Apprentice, SWAL, anywhere else you want
it. Just tell me.
Rating: PG, HC (the Christian Coalition is watching you...)
Pairing: Qui-Gon/Obi-Wan
Warnings: total fluff. Hardly any smut, just reference and
implied stuff. Sorry.
Spoilers: None that I can think of.
Feedback: Please?
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone but Tenplí (who is, by
the way, lounging on my sofa demanding that I take him to see
TPM...again). Obi-Wan and Qui-gon belong to God Lucas. Don't
sue me, I make no money here as it is.
Santa Cecilia yo quiero cantar...
Obi-Wan awoke in his Master's arms. He smiled in contentment,
and felt a wave of joy burst form his breast. He wanted to
dance, to sing all because he knew his Master loved him in
return. The drain of containing his love had been painful, but
now he didn't contain it, but shared it and it was returned in
kind. Obi-Wan sensed his Master wake, and a smile curved his
beloved's lips. Obi-Wan bent to claim them, and Qui-Gon met
him, sliding his tongue into Obi-Wan's mouth.
Ay, San Meliton enseñame el son...
Obi-Wan moaned into Qui-Gon's lips as his Master drew him into
his arms. The elder Jedi dripping kisses on every inch of
Obi-Wan's exposed neck, and returned to his lips swiftly,
capturing their trembling sides between his own. Obi-Wan could
do naught but yield to this sensuous assault by his Master, and
clung to him. Qui-Gon pulled himself gently away from his
apprentice, and Obi-Wan looked up, confused and hurt. "Good
morning love. We have to continue with the lessons from
yesterday," Qui-Gon drew Obi-Wan's mind back to the duties at
hand, and not his desires. Obi-Wan pouted briefly, then nodded.
"Tonight, we shall have all the time to ourselves tonight,
beloved. But now you must focus on the here and now, and your
lessons," Qui-Gon assured him, and rose from their shared bed.
Obi-Wan watched his Master's nude body walk into the refresher
unit, and sighed.
Santa Lucia, la quiero mirar...
Obi-Wan gazed appreciatively as Qui-Gon exited form the
refresher, and met his eyes with a slight smirk. Qui-Gon smiled
back, the shared knowledge of their love's results flashing
between their eyes. Obi-Wan sauntered into the refresher, and
Qui-Gon watched after him, enjoying the sight of his lithe
Padawan's seductive walk. Qui-Gon grabbed at his clothes, and
dressed, focusing on the lesson he would teach Obi-Wan and
Tenplí today.
Yo te lo pido, San Corazon...
Obi-Wan dressed, and fell into a quick meditation to control
himself this day, and focus on his lessons. He knew that to not
control himself was to lose his Master, his love, and so he
approached it with grave seriousness. He focused on the Jedi
way, and reminded himself, //I am Jedi first, then human.// He
could not allow his love for Qui-Gon to interfere with his
training. At Qui-Gon's friendly, not seductive, touch on his
shoulder, Obi-Wan rose, centered and ready, and they left to
meet Tenplí at the training salon.
Santa Paciencia, Santa Piedad...
Qui-Gon let them stretch on their own, stretching out his body
himself in preparation for the physical aspect of their
training this morning. Tenplí stole a quick glance at
Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon, and noticed their calm composure, and
apparent lack of regard for each other as lovers. This confused
Tenplí, and he shot another glance at Obi-Wan. The older
Padawan met his eyes, and Tenplí blushed, cursing
himself for his curiosity. Qui-Gon met Obi-Wan's eyes as the
Padawan rolled them in supplication, and smiled inwardly.
"Patience, Obi-Wan. Are you both ready?" Qui-Gon asked, rising
to his feet gracefully. Tenplí nodded, jumping around a
bit to loosen up the muscles had stretched.
Santa Rumbia lo quiero gozar...
Tenplí focused on ignoring his crush's flexible body
next to him as they went through the kich'o hyungs. It was
embarrassing enough to not know perfectly the basics, but even
worse to not easily learn them because he was too distracted by
the attractive Padawan beside him. He turned his head away, and
blocked an imaginary thrust with his blade, according to the
hyung's pattern. Thrust, block, thrust, turn, slash, slash,
slash, turn, block, thrust, block thrust...the commands from
Master Jinn echoed in Tenplí's mind as he focused
completely on the hyung He could only stare at the space in
front of him, concentrated perfectly so that even Obi-Wan's
presence beside him did not distract him.
Santa Tristeza, San Seacabo, solo con él bailo yo...
Qui-Gon merely voiced the orders, not participating. He would
have normally, if it had only been Obi-Wan and himself
practicing, but that was because of their link, and the
wordless commands that such a link offered. Tenplí was
learning his hyungs again, or more likely, remembering them in
full. Qui-Gon nodded in satisfaction with the perfect hyung
that the two Padawans had completed, and spoke, "Dashi." Again.
Tenplí stared at him in shock for a second, then
submitted and took the beginning posture again. Obi-Wan nodded
in comprehension, and whispered to Tenplí, "We're going
to do it until you don't even think, but act according to
memory. This is the best way for the hyungs to be learned."
Tenplí nodded, restoring his focus from Obi-Wan's gentle
breath on his ear to the hyung at hand. He and Obi-Wan chanted
the name of the hyung, "Kich'o hyung il ban." Qui-Gon blinked
slowly, and commanded them to begin, "Si jak!"
Por arriba, por abajo...
Tenplí calmly assessed the hyung again, completing it
with Obi-Wan as Qui-Gon changed the direction they face, the
temperature, and each time thy repeated the same form, ordered
them to focus on a different element of it. "Inae this time.
Endurance," Qui-Gon addressed the two Padawans, and
Tenplí could have whined if he'd not been a Jedi. This
meant that each movement would be infinitely slow, and he was
to practice patience with it. He focused, and bowed. They began
again.
Calientitos, bien pegados...
Obi-Wan was having a harder time not focusing on his Master
than Tenplí was having not focusing on him. He was
intended to pay attention to his Master in this, and it didn't
help that his Master was fairly exuding sexual presence.
Obi-Wan steeled himself, blocking out all senses but the Force
and hearing his Master's voice. Qui-Gon was counting out the
moves, impossibly slow, seemingly years between counts. Obi-Wan
felt his muscles begin to fail, and shored up his endurance
with the Force. Tenplí was in the same stage, and they
were only half through the hyung.
Por arriba, por abajo, angelitos sin pecado...
Tenplí could sense Master Jinn watching him and Obi-Wan
struggle to maintain their balance without crying out in pain.
Once again he acknowledged the typical Jedi skills, accepting
the pain, and releasing it into the Force. He pulled the Force
around him, getting bored with the endurance exercise,and
probed the minds around him. Obi-Wan's was tightly shielded as
always, but Master Jinn's was not, his shields seemingly having
been broken. Tenplí guessed that was a result of
Obi-Wan's doing, and merely tested the emotions leaking from
the Jedi Master. Love for Obi-Wan, admiration for them both,
and enforced concentration on the exercise were foremost.
Tenplí could have grinned. Their love was very secure,
as if angels had come down and wrote it between them
themselves. Perhaps they had.
Santa Virginia no se si atacar...
"Ay!" Obi-Wan and Tenplí cried in unison on the final
move of the hyung, a thrust with their blades. Qui-Gon barked
out quickly, "Baro!" Return. They turned and faced him. "Shuh,"
Qui-Gon said more quietly. Attention. He looked them both over,
as if seeing their progress in their straight, strong forms.
The two Padawans bowed, and moved onto the next hyungs, moving
through them quickly. Tenplí was finding it harder to
concentrate so fully, as the heat and sweat pouring off his
crush , and if Obi-Wan had had pheromones, Tenplí was
smelling them.
San Valentín la deseo un montón...
Obi-Wan sensed Tenplí's heightening distraction, and
focused harder on the hyung. If he could do so, ignoring the
sensual form of his Master standing at the end of the mat,
watching him silently but with passion, then Tenplí
might be able to follow his example. Tenplí however,
seemed as if he would fall over Obi-Wan at any moment, and lose
control. Obi-Wan hoped it wouldn't happen, and focused.
Santa Inocencia la quiero tocar...
Qui-Gon mercifully called them to a halt in the hyungs, and
they sat down, grateful for the reprieve. Cramped muscles
protested, and Tenplí winced, lowering himself to the
floor. Qui-Gon proceeded to quiz them on the tenets of the Jedi
Code. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes at his Master, knowing full well
that he rarely followed the Code he was beginning to speak so
eloquently of. Qui-Gon caught his look, and snorted quietly.
Tenplí sat there, confused as ever and totally unaware
of the other Padawan's silent remark.
Ay, no me dejes San Corazon...
The two Padawans listened to Master Jinn for a while, until
Obi-Wan raised his voice, and with a wicked smile creeping
across his face, asked, "Aren't there any disadvantages to
following the Jedi Code?" Qui-Gon nodded, knowing that his
impetuous apprentice would perpetrate such a blasphemy under
the Temple walls, and that idea certainly attained
Tenplí's attention.
Santa Mentira, Santa Verdad...
Qui-Gon sighed and replied, "There can be downsides to the
applications of the Code, but not the Code itself, Padawan."
Tenplí spoke up, "But the Code says not to use our
emotions. Couldn't emotions be used safely as energy and
impetus?" Qui-Gon disagreed, "No. To act in anger is sure
enough decision to give in to the Dark Side." Tenplí
pouted at this discredit to his favorite technique, and argued,
"But what if the anger was controlled? Not released to the
Force, but controlled?" Qui-Gon blushed, knowing he had trapped
himself, and nodded, "True. There may be times to disobey the
Code, but not in the matters of giving in to the Dark Side. You
would do well to stay away from using those emotions during
battle, Tenplí. Others, yes, but not the darker emotions
of fear or anger. For both can lead to suffering, and that can
only lead to the Dark Side."
Santo Bolero, la quiero abrazar...
Obi-Wan gazed as his Master debated with Tenplí, and
found himself staring at Qui-Gon, his hold on the conversation
lost. He regained himself and his composure, instead of gawking
dreamily at the Jedi Master, and straightened his posture.
Qui-Gon noticed, and Obi-Wan blushed as his Master looked
straight into his eyes. Obi-Wan could not drop his gaze, and
found himself falling into the deep grey depths...then being
broken out of that glassy heaven as Qui-Gon forced his gaze
away. Obi-Wan smiled calmly, then sent a gentle wave of love at
Qui-Gon.
Santa Alegría, San Seacabo...
Qui-Gon drew into himself, feeling the pure love wash over him.
Tenplí peered at him curiously, and he continued,
shooting a momentary glance of amusement at Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan
smiled at his success, and let loose a flood of passion and
images at his Master. His Master's breath caught in his throat,
and Tenplí began to get seriously worried. Was the Jedi
Master sick? He chanced a glimpse at Obi-Wan, who he had been
avoiding a look at all day, and saw a gleeful smirk across his
crush's face. And the line of Obi-Wan's eyes made straight at
Qui-Gon. Tenplí rolled his eyes as Obi-Wan shuddered
after Qui-Gon sent a responding flow of desire at the Padawan,
and got up. "I will see you tomorrow, Master Jinn, Padawan
Kenobi," he excused himself, bowing, and scurried out of the
room.
Solo con él bailo yo...
Obi-Wan sat back on his heels as Qui-Gon approached him, and
licked his lips unconsciously. "Perhaps he knew?" Qui-Gon
suggested, his voice husky. "Oh, he knew all right, Master. But
we should concentrate on the moment, the here and now, and let
the past and future be ignored," Obi-Wan teased with one of the
most often heard lessons between them. "Indeed, Obi-Wan,"
Qui-Gon breathed, and reached out to capture his apprentice's
lips with his own. Obi-Wan pulled them closer together, until
their clothes and flesh were all that separated them.
Por arriba, por abajo...
Tenplí smiled as he jogged down to his room. At least,
even if he did not have Obi-Wan, the other Padawan was
certainly happy. And how could he begrudge such a perfect love?
They would be approved by the Council, no doubt of that. He
thought about another apprentice he had seen at the early meal
that day, and wondered if he would care to go out later. Just
as long as his Master didn't get in the way. Tenplí
smirked at that.
El amor es perfectísimo y bonitísimo. Todos no
podemos ellos envidiar, solo que esperer la mismo.
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